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HYMN CLIII. P. M.

"Be ye reconciled to God"

I.

WINNERS now we call upon you,

SINNE

In the name of CHRIST our LORD; We have brought a message from him, Pay attention to his word:

He hath sent us,

Pay attention to his word.

II.

Think what you have all been doing, Think what rebels you have been; You have spent your lives in nothing But in adding sin to sin:

All your actions

One continued scene of sin.

III.

Yet your long abused Sov'reign,
Sends to you a message mild;
Loath to execute his vengeance,
Prays you to be reconcil'd.
Hear him woo you!

Sinners now be reconcil'd.

IV.

Pardon now is freely publish'd,
Through a mediator's blood;
He hath died to make atonement,
And appease the wrath of God:
Wond'rous mercy

See it flows through JESUS' blood.

V.

In his name we now intreat you,
To accept this act of grace;
This the day of your acceptance,
Listen to the voice of peace:
We beseech you,

Listen to the voice of peace.

SAY

HYMN CLIV. P. M.

Piety and Integrity.

I.

AY, heav'nly muse, and teach my song,
To whom immortal joys belong?

And who the chosen few?

Whose souls shall mount the blest abode,
Shall smile for ever with their GoD,
And shine as angels do?

II.

The man, who 'midst a scoffing croud,
Dares to pursue the upward road,
Where virtue shoots her ray;
Whose willing heart, whose cheerful hands,
Join to perform his God's commands,
And own his sacred sway.

111.

Whose tongue, the glory of his frame,
Ne'er scatters poison on a name;
For 'tis his constant care,

(Such is his soul!) to grave the part
He owes his neighbour, on his heart,
In strokes divinely fair,

VII.

Up, where eternal beauties bloom,
And pleasures all divine,

Where wealth that never can consume,
And endless glories shine.

VIII.

Where saints in fields unfading rove,
And seraphs make abode;
Where reign for ever, smiling love,
My SAVIOUR, and my GoD.

HYMN CXLVII. L. M.

To Jesus, the Captain of our Salvation.

JESU

I.

ESUS, the Sov'reign, and the friend!
On thee our feeble souls rely;
O may thy pow'r, and grace attend,
When danger, or temptation's nigh.

II.

Direct me in thy holy way

Of truth, of righteousness, and love,
Which leads to everlasting day,
To thy divine abodes above.

III.

This path thy great example shew'd,
The path to bliss, and high renown;
Which thy victorious saints have trod,
And gain'd a bright immortal crown.

IV.

Our bosoms may their zeal inspire,
Bravely to war, and win the prize;

O be our passions all on fire,
When glory calls us to the skies!

v.

What tho' a thousand snares assail,
A thousand foes our progress bar;
Why should our force or spirits fail,
While thou art Captain of the war?

VI.

Yes, mighty JESUS! thou shalt reign,
'Till all thy haughty foes submit;
'Till hell, and all her trembling train
Become like dust beneath thy feet.

VII.

Then rescued souls shall bless thy pow's,
Thy arm shall full salvation bring;
Thy saints in that illustrious hour

Shall conquer with their conqu'ring King,

VIII.

And when thro' heav'n's bright gates of gold,
Thou lead'st thy chosen to the skies,
May we the shining pomp behold,
And partners of the triumph rise!

IX.

Then rang'd thy blazing throne around, The SAVIOUR'S honors we'll proclaim; While heav'n's transported realms resound 'Thy glorious deeds and darling name.

HYMN CXLVIII.

L. M.

Jesus inviting the weary and heavy laden.

I.

VE weary souls, the SAVIOUR cries, (Divine compassion in his eyes) O come, and I will give you rest, Believe, obey me, and be blest.

II.

My yoke is liberty, and peace;
I bid the mourner's sorrow cease;
I break the captive's galling chain,
And none shall ask my aid in vain.

III.

O gracious SAVIOUR, guide, and friend!
And could thy greatness condescend
To visit worms of mortal birth,
And stoop thy glories down to earth?

iv.

My soul and all her pow'rs rejoice,
To hear the kind inviting voice;
Waft it ye echoes wide around:
There's life and transport in the sound!

V.

Awak'd from sin's delusive sleep,
My heavy guilt I feel and weep,
Beneath a weight of woes opprest,
Jesus I run to thee for rest.

VI.

O from thy throne of bliss above,
Shed down a look of heav'nly love;
That balm shall sweeten all my pain,
And my sad soul shall smile again.

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